In the Pink

The title does not refer to vaginal dryness, but thanks for the concern. 😄

Rather it is of lack of muse and writing inspiration. Don't know why. I should be bubbling over with news and excitement about the munch and how well it went -- gauged, I might add, by the obvious enjoyment of the attendees who were there.

Even the EMRF, who is the originator of munches Israeli-or-thereabouts (wherever the border does or should fall according to your opinion) was all sparkly and excited about the evening. Managing to impress the biggest baddest cat in the yard makes me a very happy kitty.

Plus I got to meet a ton of people, put faces to nicknames and email addresses, and really enjoy myself, despite my inner neurotic doing her damnedest to ensure that I didn't. Heh. Fuck her.

You know, I organize the munch for mostly altruistic reasons. I just figured that if I was going to be in the community, it should be the kind of community I'd want to be in. Sort of an antithesis to the Groucho Marx "I wouldn't want to be part of a club that would have me as a member" approach. I love the fact that the munch is becoming more widely recognized and accepted as part of the local scene colour -- it makes all the effort worthwhile -- even the mean and nasty communiques.

If it hadn't been for the welcome i received from Shuki Ha Razeh, aka Trannyboi -- bless him -- when i first poked my toe into the waters of the local community, the munch resurrection (easy, tiger) would never have happened. I challenged him to help me create something out of nothing -- and he picked up the gauntlet and kindly allowed me to bitchslap him with it. Without Shuki, there would have been no munch, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank him publicly. He's a wonderful person, and I'm proud to call him a friend.

But as for a blog post -- nothing doing. Too fuckin' tired. Keep coming up dry when i search for inspiration.

Just one of those days, I guess.

Still, after the week I had -- I'm not complaining.